He slapped two of the guys hard on the head.
Two loud bangs rang out the next second, and their heads exploded like wa
termelons.
The remaining two individuals instinctively tried to step back, but the b
lond man caught them and crushed their skulls with his bare hands.
It was bloody, cruel, and savage. Onlookers felt their scalps tingling wi
th horror.
"Attack together! Kill him!" Clement's face darkened. He immediately orde
red his disciples to take
action.
"Attack!" Over a hundred disciples of Royal Valor shouted angrily and lau
nched a coordinated assault.
Grinning, the blond man slightly bent his legs and jumped off the ground.
"Boom!" The ground exploded, and a pit formed.
Like a bullet fired from a gun, the blond man directly landed in the crow
d.
Wherever he went, bodies were strewn across the ground, drenched in blood
. Anyone blocking his path was brutally crushed by his unstoppable force!
"Hahaha…" The blond man laughed wildly, growing more excited as he killed
the disciples. He was like a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage
The Royal Valor disciples were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They
couldn't fight back at all.
"Beast! Stop this madness!" Seeing more than half of his disciples dead o
r injured, Clement
could no longer contain his anger. He shouted furiously and leaped up, de
livering a full–force palm strike to the back of the blond man.
"Boom!" A muffled sound echoed.
The blond man's body trembled slightly, but then he casually turned his h
ead. There was a hint of disdain on his face.
"How is that possible?" Clement's eyelid twitched, and his face paled wit
h horror.
The opponent had taken his full–force palm strike
directly without the slightest injury.
Was this guy even human?
"Go to hell!" Clement gritted his teeth and forcefully
delivered a powerful kick to the blond man's head.
"Boom!" Another muffled sound rang out.
The blond man's head only turned to the side slightly, then quickly retur
ned to its original position, completely unharmed.
Clement was terrified by the scene. Cold sweat began to drip down his for
ehead,
"You weakling!" The blond man smirked and threw a light punch.
Clement closed his eyes and
instinctively raised his arms to block the attack.
"Boom!" A loud explosion reverberated.
Clement's arm instantly fractured, and his entire
body was sent flying over ten meters before crashing heavily into a tree.
Blood spewed from his mouth.
"What …?" Witnessing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.
No one could have imagined that Clement, the esteemed guildmaster of Roya
l Valor, who was halfway to becoming a grandmaster, couldn't withstand a
single punch from the blond man!
What the hell was this creature?
Terrified, the crowd scattered in all directions, not daring to get close
.
"Who… who are you?" Both astonished and scared, Clement laid helplessly o
n the ground.
There was only one possibility for the person to
defeat him with just one move. He must be a formidable grandmaster!
"I am from the Hall of Gods, bestowed with the name Ares!" the blond man
proudly declared.
"The Hall of Gods from Streuqua? You're the God of War, Ares?"
Everyone was shocked at his introduction.
The Hall of Gods was the most prestigious martial organization in Streuqu
a.
It was home to numerous formidable individuals, each with their own uniqu
e abilities and talents. Any one of them can wreak havoc wherever they go
!
Not to mention those who were
bestowed with divine titles. They were truly unmatched powerhouses.
Take the current figure, Ares, the God of War, for example.
In Dragonmarsh, he would be considered a martial arts grandmaster and wou
ld stand out as one of the best among the grandmasters.
An existence like him could easily overpower not just Royal Valor alone,
but even if all eight sects joined forces, they would still be unable to
stand against him.
However, Clement didn't understand why a top–tier powerhouse from
the Hall of Gods suddenly appeared in Swinton.
Also, why did he unleash such a merciless onslaught
against the disciples of Boulderthorn?